TripAdvisor Reviews Microtel Inn & Suites Calapan, Oriental Mindoro

Travel Blogs from Calapan

Escorted by Police Tired from the travelling, I decided to chill out today. I was actually lost for 2 hours trying to find the Mangyan Heritage Centre. Every locals seemed to have their idea of its location. After a fruitless search, I went straight to the Pulis station and asked a constable. A policeman got to know his city, right? Nope, don't know where it is! ...

... for both locals and foreigners. It was back to Java Jazz for a brunch of a superb spanish style sardines in garlicky sauce with garlic rice, no less.

Batangas Ferry Terminal Back to Tagaytay town for my bus to Batangas shortly after. Turned out I had to bus to Balayan and switch to a Batangas bound bus. All in all, the two buses chewed up 4 hours including 1 hour stuck in a traffic jam at the outskirts of Batangas! It was a scene of chaos ...

Up to now I have seen nothing in the Philippines which has upset me; they don't eat their pets and they're kind, honest people so this came as a bit of a shock to me - especially since most towns have two kinds of public bins Nabubulok and Di-Nabubulok meaning rotting and non rotting! I can only assume that they employ someone at the end of the market day to collect the rubbish and take it ...

... next day only to find that there is now 800 pesos left. So the door is closed on any other possibility and there's no doubt that a thief is afoot. The room has two locks so the only possibility is that it is one of the employees who has been rifling my money. The next day, with a calm and courteous demeanor, I ask the manager to come up to my room for a chat. She comes up and I offer her a drink and a chair, asking her to take a few minutes to speak with me. ...

... the one underneath my arm? Is it a bruise or did some clownfish nip me there? How about the one on my outer calf? Did a wave slap me into the ladder? Luckily these bruises are hidden under the wet suit or someone would think I am getting beat up at night, alone, in my room. I look at them as badges. I am in my late 50’s and while not ...